....if only she were mine.
oh, the sweet, sweet things i'd do to her.
i'd whisper in her ear, letting only my breath touch her skin
i'd stand behind her and hold her close to me
i'd lie next to her on the grass, and kiss her slowly and softly
i'd hold her in her sleep, protecting her dreams
i'd trail my fingers over every inch of her soft skin, until she trembled beneath me
i'd hold her hand in the grocery store, and kiss her fingers when no one was looking
i'd hold the door for her when seh got out of my car
i'd cook her dinner, and feed her small bites by candlelight
i'd bring her breakfast in bed
i'd kiss her where it hurt, and where it didn't
i'd take baths with her, and craddle her against my body so that she was comfortable
i'd build us a fire, and read to her while we cuddled in front of it
i'd buy her flowers, all kinds of flowers, and bring them to her whenever i could. roses and daisy and carnations and daffodils and tulips and anything else i could find
i'd even watch chickflix with her, but if i got bored, i'd try to distract her.
i'd love her, day after day, night after night, until the neighbors complained